Ah-ah, see gobe!
From the trench, we dey look the sky.
But now, Chukwu don sign our cheque.
Oya, clear road, no dulling!
I remember those days for the corner
When hunger dey beat me like drummer
Garri without sugar, omo no be lie
Every single night I look the sky and I sigh
Dem say I no go fit amount to anything
Say my family name no go buy any ring
But I keep my head high, I dey work everyday
Inside the rain, inside the sun, I pray
Chukwu God, make You bless my way.
Now we don move from the trench to the Benz, oh!
Odogwu don rise, tell your friends, oh!
From grass to grace, na the story be this
Every step we take, na pure blessing and bliss
No more pocket dry, now we living the soft life
From poverty to glory, we conquer the hard strife
Oya dance, make you praise the Lord!
They thought we would fall, but we stand tall
No look back at all, we answer the call
Now the boy don dey pop, the grace don dey show
Everywhere we enter, the blessings dey flow
Oya look at the drip, look at the style
No more tears again, now we only dey smile
My mama dey happy, she dey cook big rice
We pay the full price, now the life is so nice.
Now we don move from the trench to the Benz, oh!
Odogwu don rise, tell your friends, oh!
From grass to grace, na the story be this
Every step we take, na pure blessing and bliss
No more pocket dry, now we living the soft life
From poverty to glory, we conquer the hard strife
Oya dance, make you praise the Lord!
Nwannem, listen to me, make you no give up
No matter the wahala, keep your head up
The same God wey do am for me today
Go do am for you tomorrow, just dey pray
Oya double your hustle, the glory dey come
Very soon, your own song dem go drum!
I look back at the boys wey we dey run the street
Now we sitting with kings, having luxury meat
No more generator noise, we dey sleep inside AC
Everything soft, everything spicy
From the ground to the top, na elevator grace
Nobody fit drag me out of my place.
Now we don move from the trench to the Benz, oh!
Odogwu don rise, tell your friends, oh!
From grass to grace, na the story be this
Every step we take, na pure blessing and bliss
No more pocket dry, now we living the soft life
From poverty to glory, we conquer the hard strife
Oya dance, make you praise the Lord!
E choke! Na God do am oh.
No dulling, we dey shine forever.
Odogwu don stand.
Chukwu, imela!
Yeah, we out.